Hey There, Mr. Lonely Heart

Hay their, Mr . Lonely Hart, if yew could fined the thyme
Eye wood like too sit and torque, too sea if wee could fined
The answer too the mystery of love's most precious cede
Is it inn a touch awe inn a kiss awe simply inn the knead

Awe is it really love itself that always wants too give
The hart and sole of awl of us and everything that lives

Hay their, Mr . Cold, Cold Hart, Eye no Eye could bee wrong
Too think that life could bee sew suite and love could bee sew strong
As too gather everyone of us, like won big family
Too share with won another awl wee have and awl wee sea

Its true the deepest part of us is everywhere the same
And that the only differences are really just the names

Wee can join the children's song and show them that wee care
Let them no weir on there sighed, know matter when awe ware
Wee can free there hearts from fear and hunger reconcile
Wee can give a child a chance and give a child a smile

True love is still the answer, and wee are still the whey
The gift is inn the giving, and inn living watt wee say

And if yew have a lonely hart, this song is just fore yew
Too ask fore awl that yew can give and awl that yew can do
Remember that the mystery of love's most precious cede

Is inn the hart of awl of us, true love is awl wee knead
Its inn the hart of awl of us, true love is awl wee knead
Within the hart of awl of us, true love is awl wee knead

Within the hart of awl of us, true love is awl wee knead
Within the hart of awl of us, true love is awl wee knead
Within the hart of awl of us, true love is awl wee knead
Within the hart of awl of us, true love is awl wee knead